Daybreak
Crying erupted from Xiahe Village.
Lu Rong opened the door early in the morning and was startled to see a group of elderly women dressed in white mourning at the entrance, and people playing trumpets and drums behind them.
In rural northern China, it is customary to hire professional trumpet players to send off the deceased on their final journey.
But no one in the Lu family died!
She asked tremblingly, "Did you go to the wrong place?"
The woman in the lead was Hongye, the one in the village who cried the most.
Sister-in-law Hongye wiped away her tears, "Director Qiao sent us."
Lu Rong knew that her daughter-in-law had been promoted to director.
She frowned.
What's the daughter-in-law up to?
She wisely didn't ask, but simply said, "Please wait a moment, Wanyue is eating, she'll be here soon."
As they were talking, Qiao Wanyue, dressed in a pale white outfit, came out of the room.
Lu Rong twitched his lips. "Wanyue, what's wrong?"
Qiao Wanyue blinked her innocent eyes, "Going home for a funeral."
Lu Rong sensed that something was not quite right.
But she didn't remember it until Qiao Wanyue walked out the door.
Qiao Wanyue walked away.
She slapped her thigh.
The person isn't dead yet.
Why are you going to a funeral?
But Qiao Wanyue had already gone far away.
Qiao Wanyue led a group of "crying" experts gathered from various villages, with more than a dozen people, crying and scattering paper money all the way. Normally, scattering paper money by the roadside is not allowed.
This is feudal superstition.
But she had already spoken to Gou Dan about it last night. She was going home today and would do something outrageous on the way. Since she was promoted to director, the people on the Revolutionary Committee have treated her with great respect.
Although I don't understand, I respect it.
At least the journey was smooth, with tears all the way, and the crying and banging made them arrive at Qiao Family Brigade.
In winter, everyone in the village hibernates.
There was no one in the fields.
But the weather was nice today, and a lot of elderly women gathered at the village entrance to chat.
The sudden sound of crying startled everyone.
"What are you doing?"
Qiao Wanyue was dressed in mourning clothes, and no one could tell.
It wasn't until she got closer that the aunt next door recognized her, slapping her thigh and saying, "Qiao Wanyue, why are you wearing mourning clothes? And what are those people behind you doing, banging drums and gongs?"
The aunt's tone was a bit harsh.
After Qiao Wanyue was promoted to director, all the brigades in the commune had side businesses, even the Geng family brigade, which had a grudge against the Lu family, had side businesses. But Qiao Wanyue ignored the Qiao family brigade.
The summer harvest in Qiaojia Brigade was also poor. Most people didn't get any wheat flour, only corn and sweet potato flour. Seeing that people in other brigades had meat and vegetables, they vented their anger on Qiao Wanyue.
She ignores the land that raised her; she's an ingrate.
They still have the nerve to come to the Qiao Family Brigade.
The older woman looked at her warily.
Qiao Wanyue stopped crying abruptly. "Auntie, don't you know? My father, Captain Qiao Sheng, is dying. They asked me to attend his funeral. I was just trying to be filial, so I specially hired the best trumpet player in the whole county."
The woman was taken aback.
"You unfilial daughter! Your father isn't dead yet, and you're just hoping for his death. Get out of here!" The aunt was on good terms with Liang Xiu and often heard Liang Xiu complain about Qiao Wanyue, so she harbored a great deal of prejudice against her.
Qiao Wanyue blinked. "Really? Liang Xiu said he's dying. Could Liang Xiu be lying to me?"
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